Bramblepoint Burnt out from a joyride

Oh gee, looked like people still remembered her - even those she hadn't met before. She wondered just what had been said about her for Meerkat to be so enthusiastic about meeting her. Her expression grew a little warmer. Brother? Oh boy, as if one wasn't enough. She replied, letting her eyes roll back in fake exhaustion with a heavy sigh. She was quick to just laugh it off, stepping closer to ruffle the fur on Meerkat's head with her paw if she was allowed. Nah, you're alright, squirt. Welcome to the mess.

She turned to Figment then as he seemed embarrassed. He'd grown, hadn't he? He looked way more manly now - funny how so much changed in such a short amount of time. It felt as though they'd be grandparents in just a year or two at this pace. Well - caught anything? She asked, just genuinely curious at this point. Her smile grew tighter, more forced, at the mention of her mother. It was painful to recall their parting words, the way they'd treated each other - and Phox. Blergh. She felt her lunch bubble up, so she decided to ignore that little tidbit of the explanation as to how exactly this sibling fit into their messy family tree. She hadn't quite made the connection that, with Phox being her "step-dad" and all, it also meant Figment and she were siblings. Maybe she didn't make that connection because she'd sworn to never see Phox as a father, or even a caretaker. He was just the loser of the year, who knew when he'd be replaced again. Just Towhee? She asked instead when there was no mention of a father.

She noticed another out of place tuft of fur at Fig's side - she chuckled as she reached out with a soft; Oh hey, you got a little something over here still, lemme get that for ya. She'd nuzzle the fur into place if allowed, not one to respect someone else's personal space.